Chapter 253: The Howling She-Wolf

The bugle seemed to sound from all directions at once; she could barely tell whether it was blown from Bolton's side or ordered by Sir Glorfindel.

She heard the trampling sound again from afar, literally earth-shaking.

She glanced sideways slightly; that shouldn't be her cavalry—it was swiftly charging into the midst of the melee.

She had no time to worry about external matters.

She felt her heart being tightly gripped by icy hands, and she had to expend all her strength just to barely resist being crushed or frozen. Her hands and feet were also affected; she felt her speed dropping, her strength dropping, her body growing heavy… Fortunately, she had already fallen from her warhorse.

However, without an agile body, among ten thousand troops it would only be more dangerous…

The nearby following imperial guard cavalry also seemed to notice this, looking at her with a hint of hesitation, not knowing what had happened.

They surrounded her, crushing the charging rioters, and gave up on further expanding their gains.

The other heavy cavalry nearby passed through them, ferociously charging deeper into the infantry, until they emerged from the other side.

She saw Keleido seated on an iron-clad black horse, both hands gripping ice, heedless of any weapons hurled at him, like a beast-shaped man stubbornly hacking every enemy before him in two; the other heavy cavalry beside him followed up, tearing larger gaps in the infantry…

This is the battlefield.

She felt the passion in her hand erupting in flames, feeling the sword hilt already ignited, scorching enough to burn her hand, yet there was nothing on it.

The sword trembled in her hand.

Completely wrong, she thought.

The guard cavalry, worried about her condition, tightly encircled her at the center, cutting down and driving off any approaching rioters, while the outer guard cavalry almost surrounded her.

She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes.

Afterwards, she heard a piercing wail from afar.

Accompanied by the wail, the cold air surged at her again; she felt she could not even move her legs—that absolutely could not be the shout of a wounded soldier on the battlefield, it sounded like… moreover there was the smell of scorched flesh.

The sour stench of magic.

She felt her body completely frozen at this moment, unable to move an inch.

She could at any moment pour her spirit into the fuzzy dog, but… she faintly felt that if she made that choice now, everything would be doomed… it seemed like a trap waiting for her.

She suppressed the urge to flee.

"Hmph!" she shouted in her mind.

She gathered all her strength and all her spirit, directing them toward her arms, toward her heart locked by ice.

The radiance on the hilt of her Passionate Sword flared to its strongest at this moment, swiftly dispelling the aura that bound her.

Finally, she opened her mouth and shouted loudly, then instantly stepped out of the guards' protection, passion surging, she swept her sword—cutting through the enemy's spear, arm, and neck—as if she had to, otherwise she could not vent the malice in her heart.

Hot blood spattered; only then did she feel completely restored to normal.

"Your Highness!" the nearby guard cavalry shouted.

"Your Highness," Sir Ruika said, dismounting beside her, "quickly mount my horse!"

"Get lost!" she shoved him aside with her left hand holding the banner, dodging the incoming spear, then cut him down with a sword.

Huff… the distant cavalry drew nearer; the first thing to catch her eye was a crimson flayed-person banner, she couldn't see how many cavalry there were.

Heh, Bolton indeed still had a trick up his sleeve!

She glanced toward the banner of Glorfindel still halfway up the hill; the Earl and the Moersenlin infantry were enough to cope…

However, the guard cavalry beside her were not the same; their gazes were fixed on Bolton's front.

The whistle on the high platform ceased at this moment. A dark-colored black shadow strode forth from among the thousands of troops, moving swiftly past the heavy cavalry constantly pressing forward.

The huge black shadow passed through the cavalry; each time it passed, the cavalry trembled, falling from their horses and struggling, then being surrounded and stabbed to death by nearby enemy soldiers… with each person the shadow passed, its size shrank by a fraction.

It looked like a giant, yet also like an elegant soldier.

The attire of northern soldiers.

She stared fixedly at the shadow's face; the shadow was dark, she couldn't tell which family's armor it wore, but that face had to be Lusibolton's!

What are you doing, Duke!

The Red Warrior Keleido first stepped in front of the black shadow, ice swirling, he slashed at the dark shadow.

The shadow dispersed like ink, then instantly recondensed, aside from being a bit smaller, the black shadow calmly drew a water-like blade and slashed straight at Keleido, whose entire body was clad in armor.

Keleido stood frozen in place, the ice slipping powerlessly from his hands, then his entire upper torso slid down from his body and crashed to the ground.

Blood gushed like a spring.

She couldn't dwell on it, feeling she had already met the shadow's gaze.

It was staring at her. She was the true target.

"Move aside!" Mei Yi again pushed Ruika behind her, then threw the Blood Wolf Banner at Sir Er Tangmu Le Lai, loudly telling Ruika: "Sound the horn!"

She drew her Passionate Sword, rushed past the guard cavalry toward the black shadow, and then behind her rose the mournful horn of the dragon bone.

Upon hearing that sound, her remaining guard cavalry regiment could act.

The black shadow's chill was oppressive, but she felt her whole body and mind brimming with vigorous anger.

The nearby warhorses, as if foreseeing danger, had already cleared the path the black shadow would take; Bolton's soldiers likewise made way, only the fallen soldiers gaped in fear.

She felt that everyone on the battlefield was watching the black shadow.

She was no different.

The black shadow, slow in appearance but swift in reality, instantly stepped through the empty passage and closed in on her.

That was the armor of the widow Wang Feilinte; she noticed the emblem engraved on the black‑wave armor. She couldn't make out more details, nor did she need to.

The black shadow thrust a water‑like black blade at her; her Passionate Sword blocked, deflected, and parried, then she followed through, slicing toward the groin.

The black shadow dispersed like mist, quickly recondensing behind her.

She had already felt the cold, eerie presence behind her. She turned swiftly, her Passionate Sword barely meeting the black blade.

In that instant, she saw the shadow's human face, and within its eye sockets were icy‑blue and fiery‑red eyes, ice burning in the sockets.

It hated her.

Black Blade and Passion clashed, sending out a trembling bell-like sound that made ears start to hurt.

She clashed again with the Black Shadow, then retreated two steps, took a deep breath, after which the Black Shadow abruptly crossed the empty space, and a heavy, jade-like ripple-blade pointed straight at her heart.

Heh, incompetent!

She calmed her mind, cleared her thoughts again, and as she poured her energy into Passion, it burst forth with bloody light. She calmly dodged the thrust and sliced open Bolton's head with one sword.

The Black Shadow, like ink, dispersed again, then condensed in place with almost no delay, and extended a shorter ripple-like short sword.

It became smaller and more agile.

Mei Yi still used Passion to block horizontally.

The bell-like sound almost drowned out the surrounding warhorses' roars, soldiers' shouts, wails, and screams.

The Black Shadow was so fast that Mei Yi thought perhaps no one besides her could keep up with its rhythm and withstand its unpredictable changes!

Passion sliced across the Black Shadow's head, chopping off its two strange eyes, and she heard a low, painful wail like a demon from hell.

"Ah——" the Dragon Bone Horn sounded again.

She knew it was the guard cavalry cheering for her victory.

Her struggle with the Black Shadow looked complex, but she knew it was merely an instant; onlookers only saw her wielding a bloody sword, repeatedly slashing the Black Shadow in their rapid fight and hearing it scream in pain each time it fell.

She held Passion, eyes fixed on where the Black Shadow vanished, her heartbeat quickening as hot blood trickled from her forehead to the corner of her eye without her noticing.

Would the Black Shadow form again?

She felt somewhat uncertain; things probably wouldn't end so easily.

At that moment, Bolton's cavalry also stormed into the left infantry unit of the Moershenlin clan, while another detachment of cavalry swiftly linked up with the heavy cavalry along the fleeing Bolton soldiers.

The heavy cavalry had already slowed; she saw Xia'er and the heavy cavalry behind him dismount, fully armored and armed with spears, quickly forming a small heavy infantry squad… Luona'er, Ga xia'er, Wei'er and their squads did the same, stubbornly blocking the Bolton cavalry's charge, but they could not withstand the infantry about to converge.

On the other side, Luobosi was trapped……

Black Mist condensed again, like a tiny figure floating in the air, and rushed straight at her. She hastily raised her longsword to block, then angrily slashed across it, letting Passion blaze forth again before it could recondense, stirring the past.

The Black Shadow, like silk and mist, drifted as a wisp of vapor toward her chest. She instantly felt pain all over, supporting herself with one hand on her sword, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Several of Bolton's scattered cavalry, seeing this, immediately charged on horseback; she struggled to draw Passion, feeling utterly exhausted.

The galloping warhorses were like huge beasts.

What a brave warrior.

But before he could thrust, another warhorse slammed into the oncoming cavalry, and the enemy rider on it shouted as he fell to the ground.

Sir Ruika rose, his helmet askew, then limped forward with his longsword, approaching the fallen soldier and, following the exposed gap, thrust hard; blood spattered.

The guard cavalry swept over the remaining few bold enemy horsemen.

"Your Highness, run!" Er Tangmu shouted, holding up the battle flag.

"Bullshit!" she retorted, then turned to look at the injured Ruika nearby.

"Mount up quickly!" Ruika yelled at her, "Throw them into chaos!" He pointed to the Bolton infantry still resisting Huban.

Don't lecture me!

"Mount up, Your Highness!" Stimken brought her a horse, shouting urgently, then went to pull Ruika, but Ruika shoved him away.

Mei Yi didn't stand on ceremony with him, took a deep breath, felt slightly recovered, mounted her horse, and raised the Blood Wolf Banner high.

"Slay the demons!" she shouted loudly, and the guard cavalry behind her echoed, "Slay the demons!"

"Ah——" the horn sounded again.

Suddenly, she saw chaos erupting in the Bolton infantry camp; flags fell one after another, and the infantry ranks cried out in alarm.

"Slay the demons!" came a reply from that side.

What's going on? The warhorses galloped, and she turned her head to look.

At that moment, the widow Wang Feilinte's banner broke away from the Bolton infantry formation on its own and rushed toward another infantry unit ahead; this surprise nearly caused the Candao flag unit to collapse instantly.

What an opportunity! She didn't have time to ponder how this happened.

"Ah——" the war horn sounded again.

This time, Count Gelof finally blew the final war horn; his right-wing cavalry, like wolves sweeping across the plain, howled as they charged toward the location of the Feilinte banner.

Ha, exactly! The count did not disappoint her.

"Annihilate Bolton!" she raised the banner and shouted hoarsely; Passion whirled again, reaping the nearby enemy soldiers.

"Annihilate Bolton!" the guard cavalry shouted in unison.

"Annihilate Bolton!" she felt the whole army begin to stir with excitement.

At this moment, the scales of victory finally tipped completely toward Stark.